"Usagi-san, I'm home!" The door clicked softly behind him as Misaki entered the large house. He noticed as he took off his shoes that the house was dark, all of the lights completely extinguished. As he entered into the living area, he started to get confused. Not even the light to Usagi-san's office was on, and he usually kept it alive so that he wouldn't have to stumble around in the dark when he worked late. The only reason he would turn it off is if he left the house.
The room was illuminated by coppery golden rays of low sunlight coming in through the French windows, but despite that fact, the house felt rather dead. A buzzing silence bounced off the high ceiling and walls, returning back to Misaki's ears as soon as it left them.
"Maybe he went out for cigarettes..." Removing his bag from his shoulder and setting it down on the couch, Misaki yawned and began looking for some kind of note. Usagi-san never left without leaving one. Walking around, checking each kitchen surface for some sort of indication of where he went off to, Misaki found nothing. Frowning, he began to get worried.
"Usagi-san?" Misaki called out into the dead air. All was silent.
As Misaki removed his jacket, he turned around towards the kitchen when a loud crash from upstairs slashed through the reticence. Misaki reared back in fear, his heart thundering against his chest; his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to try to call out to Usagi-san again, but not a sound came out. He stood frozen, a chill running down his spine before his body was devoured by the burning sensation of his fear. Gripping the couch until his knuckles turned white, Misaki slowly backed into the kitchen, trying desperately not to make a sound.
Slowly opening a drawer and grabbing the sharpest knife he could find, Misaki tried to focus on steadying his ragged breathing.
With the size of the house, the popularity and money, and the recklessness that came with sharing a house with Usami Akihiko, coming home to an unknown person hiding in the upstairs rooms had always been a fear of Misaki's. Stepping softly, his socked feet hardly making a sound, Misaki feared that if anything, the burglar would hear his rapid heartbeat.
Making it to the stairs, Misaki climbed slowly, his knife pointed out in front of himself. The darkness of the house grew thicker with each passing moment, the Sun's rays failing then morphing into dusk, and it only served to fuel his fear. As his feet touched the top floor, he almost wished he had turned around and left when he had the chance.
Coming from his own room, rustling could be heard followed by another soft thump. His body began to tremble as he stopped dead in his tracks.
Was this it? Was this how he was going to die? Misaki knew that despite grabbing the kitchen knife, there was no way he could actually stab another human's flesh. The thief would have cut him down first, assuming that he didn't have a gun.
A creaking sound echoed throughout Misaki's mind, his hands now trembling to where he could barely hold the knife without wielding with both hands, pointed toward the shut door. Footsteps followed; Misaki's heart almost stopped as the hinges creaked and a thin, faint line of light shined through the crack. Then a silhouette of a man came into view.
He stood tall, towering over Misaki even despite the fact that he looked hunched over. The man didn't notice him there as he stood breathing hard, almost to the point of passing out. The man stood looking out into the darkness before turning away from him, towards the other end of the balcony.
With a light click, light suddenly flooded into the space, banishing all of the darkness and with it, Misaki's fear. Before him stood a bedraggled, dead looking, slightly swaying Usami Akihiko. With a wave of relief washing over him, the knife slipped out of Misaki's hands, alerting the silver haired man.
"Misaki?" He said turning around, his words quiet and mushed together, as if he were mumbling. Misaki couldn't bring himself to reply as his knees gave out and he collapsed onto the floor. His gaze fixed upon the quickly nearing man before him. His eyes growing wet from unborn tears, Misaki let out a shaky breath.
Akihiko, eyes wide, put his hands on Misaki's shoulders, his face full of worry.
"Misaki, what's wrong? What happened?" Misaki's face changed from one of shock to one of absolute rage.
"What's wrong!?" He snapped. "What happened!?" Tears streamed freely down his face as Misaki raised his voice, sitting higher on his knees to demonstrate his ever growing wrath.
"What the fuck do you mean, 'what happened!?' I thought there was someone in the house, dammit! All the lights were out, there wasn't a note, and you didn't text me saying you were going out like you normally would, so I didn't know if you'd left or if y-you'd been...If you'd b-been killed." At this point, Misaki completely broke down, taking Akihiko into his arms and wetting his shirt with rapid teardrops.
"You d-don't know how w-worried I w-was!" He choked out between messy sobs and hiccups. "I t-thought surely I'd f-find you d-dead!" Misaki gripped the white fabric of Akihiko's shirt as he felt Usagi-san's cold hands wrap around him, one tousling his hair gently and the other rubbing the crease of his back.
"Shh, It's okay, Misaki. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." As Akihiko's deep voice resonated within his ears, Misaki truly wanted to believe that what he said was true. He desperately clung to him as he wept in the frantic notion that everything would be alright, just because Usagi-san said that it would be. After several moments, Misaki miraculously began to calm down, having exhausted himself from his exertion. His breathing now somewhat steadied, his mind now comprehending everything taken in by his five senses, Misaki paused when he inhaled the scent of strong alcohol.
"Usagi-san," He said questioning, pulling away from the taller man slightly to get a look at his face. "Have you been drinking?" Akihiko stared so calmly into Misaki's green eyes that it was almost frightening. As if he were immensely unattached from the physical world, and yet so harassed by the force of gravity, that he was on the verge of being split in two. Sad, purple orbs unraveled him, seeming to ask Misaki the answer to a question he himself could not know, even if he wanted to.
"Just a little," He whispered, and a pang of guilt ran through Misaki. "But I'm not drunk, I promise." Akihiko pulled Misaki back into his arms, holding him as if he were some newly born babe. Misaki could hear the comforting beat of Usagi-san's heart as his head was cradled in the man's warm embrace.
Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.
Like the beat of a sorrowful waltz, it echoed throughout his chest, embedding itself within Misaki's memories. It boomed, signifying the continuance of a withered soul stripped bare against the undying critique of a scornful childhood. Misaki felt every syllable spoken by Akihiko's heart, and it almost felt as if his own had been ripped from his chest. He re wrapped his arms around Akihiko, tightly this time, and not ever wanting to let go in hopes that just by doing so he could answer the silent pleas that were being played for him.
"Misaki," Akihiko's voice vibrated Misaki's ear drums, sending chills down his spine. "I love you." Misaki could do nothing more than to nuzzle his nose deeper into Akihiko's chest. He felt his face grow hot as he inhaled the scent that embodied the essence of the man he loved. A musky smell, like books, mingling with the faint bite of old cologne, and the strong scent of black coffee; all hidden beneath the intoxicating smell of cigarette smoke.
"Misaki." Cold hands grasped either side of Misaki's face, bringing his lips up to meet chapped one's. A wet tongue slipped passed his warm lips as a hand came to rest at the small of his back. Misaki felt his chest get tight as his lungs started to plead for oxygen, but his body refused to pull away from the sensation that was making his toes tingle. He felt Akihiko lift his shirt, slipping those cold hands under and giving him goose bumps. He gasped, clenching his eyes closed as the taller man explored every inch of his clothed chest.
"U-Usagi-san." He breathed as Akihiko kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear. The wave of pleasure that shot through him wasn't enough, and it was almost maddening.
Strong arms cradled him and scooped him off the ground. Misaki opened his eyes as he felt him self being carried delicately to his own bedroom and set gently on the plush mattress. Akihiko crawled over him, and to Misaki's surprise, just stared into his eyes. As if sensing his confusion, Akihiko spoke.
"Not tonight since I lied about not being drunk," He whispered with a wicked grin. "But I apologize. You seemed to be absolutely dying for some physical contact." Misaki's ears heated.
"As if!" He promptly stated, turning himself so that his back was to the other man. Akihiko wrapped his arms around Misaki, snuggling deeper into him until his heat radiated past the layers of their clothing and into Misaki's skin.
"Goodnight, Misaki." Akihiko whispered deep within his ear, and Misaki couldn't help but feel his eyes grow wet from just how much he realized he loved Akihiko's voice.
"Goodnight." He dared not to speak above a whisper, afraid that the half asleep drunk might detect the tears in his voice that was on the verge of cracking. Closing his eyes, he pretended to fall asleep, knowing that there was no way in hell that he was actually going to get any rest. Not with his heat beating so fast anyway.
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So...
You thought there would be smut, didn't you? >3< haha I'm too fetus for that... No actually I was seriously gonna do it. I wrote myself a note and everything saying, "You're gonna write it because it is actually imperative to your plot." But...nope. I couldn't do it. Sorry. My brain almost fried.
I do so hope you're enjoying it so far. And I know what you're thinking if you've read my other stories... "Sensei, what the hell are you doing!? You're supposed to be updating Introvert and Elder Scrolls Drabbles, you ass!"
I know, I know... But let's just say that my productivity comes in waves, and much like the great maestro Leonardo Da Vinci, I often find myself starting something without finishing it..
But let's not get hasty! I will still update those other stories! I'm just saying that I'm the lousiest updater and I'm that one author on every writing site that everyone hates because of it XD
A thousand pardons
~Sensei